I’m still standing wide eyed, my mouth dropped open in shock, my little phone falling from my hands when Daniel and Jerome burst into my room. Jerome slams and locks the door behind him.
“Get down!” Daniel shouts, dashing directly for my wardrobe.
“What?” I gasp, a little stupidly – but I’m just so shocked –
“Down!” Jerome barks, running to my side and pressing on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. He puts a hand protectively over my head, looking all around. The gunshots continue downstairs, as well as screams and yells – everything growing louder and more frequent -
“What the hell is going on!” I scream, frantic now with panic.
“I don’t know!” Daniel snaps back, bending over into the wardrobe and pulling up a piece of wood from the bottom, reaching down below it and coming ou
